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Sunday, July 26, 2009

Sunday Poetry: Ursula K. Le Guin

American Wars

Like the topaz in the toad's head the comfort in the terrible histories was up front, easy to find: Once upon a time in a kingdom far away. Even to the dreadful now of news we listened comforted by far timezones, languages we didn't speak, the wide, forgetful oceans. Today, no comfort but the jewel courage. The war is ours, now, here, it is our republic facing its own betraying terror. And how we tell the story is forever after.